That tooth fairy again...

Thursday, April 2 09

“She didn’t come Mummy,” declared a very forlorn Miss Bennet Number Two as she emerged from her quilt cocoon.
“Who didn’t?” mumbled a half-asleep Mrs Bennet, grateful her friend had just rung her mobile to act as a wake-up call.
“The tooth fairy. She didn’t leave me anything and she didn’t take my tooth either,” replied her toothless daughter.
Mrs Bennet inwardly kicked herself. Emotionally she wasn't yet ready to write about it but life was so surreal right now, the tooth fairy obviously had her mind on other matters and as the male tooth fairy was away on business abroad, he hadn’t reminded his companion to fetch the all-important molar.
“I remember when I was a little girl that the tooth fairy forgot to visit me one night, so I put the tooth back under my pillow and she ended up giving me double the money the next. So don’t worry,” replied Mrs Bennet.
Mr Bennet was in Lyon. Next week he was flying to Milan and the following week he was heading off to Dubai. He was probably doing more mileage than the Bennet tooth fairy. This morning it was lucky the children were awake. Mrs Bennet had forgotten to put her own alarm clock forward an hour. It suddenly made all the little Bennets jump when it sprang into action at 8.20am. It was just as well Mrs Bennet’s friend had called. She knew mornings were not Mrs Bennet’s strong point.
Meanwhile bite-size Pemberley was still not finished. The lounge was currently out of action due to a face-lift operation, leaving nowhere for Spag and Bol to play - although they would have quite happily have reenacted sword fights with paintbrushes smothered in turps if allowed. With their playground out of bounds it meant Mrs Bennet had to time it so she arrived back at the house ready for their lunch-time nap, get them up promptly at 2.50pm and out of the door to pick their sisters up from school.
Right now though her priority, as well as clearing the lounge, getting two nappies on two bottoms, clothes on six bodies, five heads of hair brushed (hers just warranted a bit of gel), finding twelve matching shoes and socks, three book bags, three lunch boxes, a nappy bag with adequate supplies and a set of car keys, was to fix the tooth fairy issue. Miraculously a coin appeared on the front door, stuck there by a piece of Sellotape.
It was Miss Bennet Number Three who discovered it.
“Mummy, what’s that on the door?!” she inquired.
“I don’t know love, ask Emily.” To which toothless Miss Bennet Number Two was quickly summoned to the front door and asked to examine the mysterious object.
“Look Mummy, she did come after all but obviously ran out of time and didn’t get chance to take my tooth!” declared a delighted daughter.
“Perhaps with all the building work, she was too scared to go upstairs afraid the builders were still there,” replied Mrs Bennet.
“I’m still going to leave my tooth under my pillow to see if she comes back for it, “said the toothless one.
Following the sad saga of her own tooth problem in the summer, the pain had returned which her new dentist (the young dishy Darcy one had left) had informed her this week was in fact an abscess. There was no chance of saving the tooth and it would have to come out. Mrs Bennet did wonder whether the tooth fairy would visit her when the time came and perhaps leave £30,000 so they could finish bite-size Pemberley as originally intended. She could but wish.
As the male tooth fairy had returned from Lyon, she prodded him at 1am and asked him to kindly go and see to the tiny tooth which lay underneath a top bunk pillow. As he did so, Spag, Miss Bennet Number Four, cried out. While her elder sister had lost her baby tooth, hers was coming in and she didn’t like it too much. Mrs Bennet didn’t like the pain hers was causing either, so grabbed a pain killer, rolled over and dreamt about drills.